This is a song about "Wrist work"

You'll never be late for work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Puttin in work, to much work,

Unassertive pussies cant keep work

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt